Lyle McLeod Poems

Oh, where go the children of each generation
Whose innocence played at the bordering nation?
Smiles and laughter each little face wore,
But must they change - to the face of war?
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Glorious Greece in silver urn,
While pompous Rome histories burn.
From old to young a story's told;
Wealth built on blood and gold.
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Deep in dark caverns false history swells
With facts so true as wishing wells.
Stories of nations, each with its own
Pride and prejudice believed to the bone.
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